A Farewell to Mr. Luo - Chapter 8

When Xia Weiwei returned to the villa, she was ready to meet Luo Che’s anger. She knew him. Luo Che had always been arrogant and would never allow anyone to disobey him. .

If it hadn’t been before, she would never have done it, just like the accident that happened two years ago, she had never seen Yan Shaoxuan again, for fear of causing Misunderstanding of Luo Che, but now she won’t.

So when Xia Weiwei saw Xia Mo sitting in the living room like a hostess without any precaution, her pupils tightened and her bag’s straps were caught and deformed.

“What? My sister seemed surprised to see me?”

Xia Mo picked up the coffee and gently whispered: “Let me guess, shouldn’t my sister think that she’ll be waiting for you because of you going to see Yan Shaoxuan?”

Ignoring her irony, Xia Weiwei went straight upstairs, and her emotions would uncontrollably surge in the face of Xia Mo and Luo Cheju. Without medicine, she could no longer be stimulated.

How could Xia Mo easily let go of Xia Weiwei.

“Also, my sister always likes to be affectionate, always trying to test her unwillingness. This is not the case. This time, my sister obeyed my sister.”

Speaking, a stack of photos smashed into Xia Weiwei’s face and scattered. Each one was the scene where she met Yan Shaoxuan today. The person who took the picture was obviously prepared. All the pictures taken were her “ambiguous” interaction with Yan Shaoxuan If the protagonist in the picture is not her, she must believe it.

“I sent all these photos to my absolute desk, and the result was that I came. You don’t know how much you love, and you only hate you. How can you mind being angry?”

Xia Weiwei closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped on the photo. She knew that Xia Mo wanted to see her joke, so she did not hesitate to find someone to follow her. Xia Mo calculated her marriage.

“Xia Mo, even if Luo Che never loves me, we will not divorce. Do you want to be right with him? Dreaming!”

As long as she does not divorce, it is the best way to retaliate against Xia Mo. Even if she dies, she will occupy Mrs. Luo’s seat.

Xia Mo smiled, and fluttered Xia Weiwei in place with a fluttering sentence: “Sister, do you know why you would never want to divorce?”

“How eccentric Mom is, isn’t she giving all the shares to her sister as a dowry? How can you say that you can’t let go of the opportunity to make the Rockwell Group bigger?”

Xia Weiwei was all cold.

“What do you mean?”

“Sister doesn’t understand? Why do you think you killed your mother two years ago and would still like to marry you?”

Do not! She doesn’t believe it!

Xia Weiwei only felt that the qi and blood were rising, her throat seemed to be cut by a sharp knife, and her mouth was filled with sweet smell.

Xia Mo stood up, stance high, pressing hard.

“Xia Weiwei, from the beginning to the end, the happy marriage you are looking forward to is a huge joke. It is not you who marries! It is your stake!”

Xia Weiwei spit out blood, her temples jumped suddenly, her head gradually became blank, her eyes fluttered.

Right, that is it!

She just wanted to see Xia Weiwei’s emotional breakdown, why she could get all the shares, and why she could make a marriage contract with Mrs. Luo! Why did she win the attention of everyone with a title of a Miss Xia Family!

Xia Mo’s eyes flashed fiercely, and she was going to ruin everything of Xia Weiwei!

“Ah-! Xia Mo, I want to kill you!”

Xia Weiwei’s last trace of intellect disappeared, and she threw Xia Mo to the ground, her arms around her neck deadly, her eyes filled with crazy scarlet.

“Help! Sister, cough, come and come!”

Xia Mo uttered a real pain in her mouth, but in her eyes she calculated. She swept off a set of porcelain cups on the coffee table, and the broken voice finally called the nanny, but she couldn’t pull Xia Weiwei, who had gone mad.

The goal has been achieved. Xia Mo picked up the ashtray in a random way and smashed Xia Weiwei’s head. Where the nanny couldn’t see, Xia Mo tried to make Xia Weiwei face down towards the debris.

“Hurry up, call the doctor, and my sister is sick again.”

The purple on Xia Mo’s neck was startling, but she was anxious to help Xia Weiwei.

The babysitter patted her chest with a guilty conscience and got up and left. The wife was just scary! Miss Xia is so kind!

Xia Mo saw that Xia Weiwei’s face had only a smashed mouth, blood flowing through her intact cheeks, and she looked resentful, and she was really lucky!

Thinking, picking up a piece of broken porcelain, facing this face that has been jealous of her for more than ten years, a fierce stroke!